Love Has a Language of Its’ Own

The conversations seeping through the cracks of the their bedroom door, the morning of the big dance with their daddy, was sound proof that everyone speaks their own love language. The laughter, the music, the dreaming about their big night out, was just as exciting to hear, as seeing them all dressed up and ready to go. I was relishing the moments of waiting as much as the moments of watching them leave.

This is motherhood in all of it’s finest glory. The waiting and expectancy can be as rewarding as the blessing of the giving away. I was a quiet, amazed observer this day, as my girls laid out their dresses, curled or straightened their hair and discussed what this special evening may hold for them.

As they drove away to the dance with their daddy, I stood silently inside the door frame, hugging the walls of my home, as the silence echoed my thoughts. How will I ever learn to love my daughters uniquely? What a whirlwind it took to get them all on the same page with their various dress, hair and style choices. Good luck to my husband as he would have to discover who to dance with and how to juggle the personalities God gave this man in seven daughters to raise.

The quiet hours passed too quickly and my heart pondered the language of love. God gives us a language in our listening, our receiving and our giving. My daughters all spoke and received love differently. The joyous announcement of their return, met me with laughter and recitation of their evening out. Some of the girls loved the speaker and were brought to tears. One of the girls loved the one on one dance with their daddy. Another thought the group dancing was fun and told me it was the best part of her evening. The creative girl loved seeing friends and the decorations, while the dreamer was caught up in the whole experience. A few of the girls raved about the dresses and the food, and another was overly grateful that she had the opportunity to be with her sisters and will forever remember that moment.

They all attended the same dance, but returned home filled with love and a different perspective on the evening. Their daddy fell on the couch exhausted, and not from the dancing. “Wow, it is a full time job to speak a language of love they all hear and receive.” Our daughters all speak and receive a different language of love and arrived home filled to the brim.

All love has a language of its’ own.

What is your daughter’s love language? Does she enjoy the time you spend together when she could be off with a friend? Does she love your gifts or a special note, more than a hug? Are experiences more meaningful to her than emotion?

This week, take opportunities to study your own love language and that of your daughter. Are you speaking to her “in love?” Is she “hearing you?”

Get creative and step outside your normal displays, words or actions of love to your girls. You could be leaving her notes, writing her letters or surprising her with simple gifts, when really, all of this time, all she would like to do, is spend quality time with you.

She may be the daughter that you are having a hard time connecting with. You cannot quite seem to break through or understand her. You are wondering if she knows how much you love her? How are you telling her?

Imagine the possibilities to discovering those very special parts of her personality.

Our daughters loved the dance with their daddy. Every single one of them was truly thankful. But, every one of them walked away with feeling loved by a man that spoke to their hearts uniquely. It takes work and creativity and may plain wear you out some days, but it is so worth it.

September craves the simple life. The guaranteed craziness of every day can be cured with a long walk and talk with the Lord, an iced coffee and precious hugs from her ten children. September would love to sit down with each mama that walks the lonely road and share her heart. She invites you to take time and be still - with her.